Chapter 563: Heavy Losses

Inside the Dao Yi Sect, Qi Xiong looked at the news transmitted from the five major battlefields, his brows furrowed, wearing a look of deep thought.

It wasn't that the war situation had any problems, but rather everything seemed a little too smooth.

You must know the opponent is the West Province Fomen, and this time the Fomen is definitely not a simple probe but an all‑out attack.

But now, aside from the Dongzhou Dukou, the other four major battlefields are almost completely one‑sided.

Especially in South Peace City, Bai Hua Xianzi and her group have driven the Fomen deep into the rainforest.

Looking at the pile of battle reports before him, Qi Xiong suddenly felt that all his previous plans had been for nothing.

To cope with the ever‑changing war situation, Qi Xiong had made many preparations, but now it seems none of them have been put to use.

"Do you think the Fomen is hiding something nefarious?"

Feeling doubtful, Qi Xiong asked Wu Shou beside him; hearing this, Wu Shou also responded with a strange expression.

"That shouldn't be possible, after all the Fomen's losses are real and solid."

"If the Fomen were hiding something bad, it definitely wouldn't be like this—after all, such huge losses are hard to explain."

"Then is the Fomen just too weak?"

"Or maybe it's that our disciples are too strong?"

Wu Shou said strangely, "Is the Fomen weak? Obviously not—if they really were weak, they couldn't have dominated West Province for so many years."

Hearing Wu Shou's answer, Qi Xiong fell into a long silence.

As the Sect Master of the Dao Yi Sect, he even felt as if he were in a dream—could our Dao Yi Sect really be this strong? Able to press the Fomen into the ground and rub them?

When did our Dao Yi Sect disciples grow this fast?

The current battle situation seems to no longer require his worry, and at the same time, in the southern rainforest, many Fomen disciples who were originally resting began to show problems one after another.

Some vomited blood directly, some had their skin inexplicably begin to rot, and some experienced their meridians bursting open without any warning.

In short, within less than a quarter of an hour, many Fomen disciples, including the elders, exhibited various kinds of bodily problems.

This sudden change quickly drew the attention of the Fomen saints.

Saint after saint, with grim faces, examined the disciples' bodies and soon arrived at an answer.

"What a strange power..........."

West Province has no Wu Tribe, so the Fomen saints only know that these disciples' bodies contain a mysterious force, which is quite profound.

It is precisely this force that caused their bodies to malfunction.

But they had never seen such a force before, so for a time the saints had no good solution.

Some Heavenly Human Realm elders could barely suppress this force, but that was only temporary.

While most disciples had no means to cope at all.

At first the saints could still help suppress it, but as the number of affected grew, they could no longer keep up.

After all, their energy is limited, and the problem isn't just one or two disciples—it's a full‑scale outbreak.

"Something's strange—could it be those savages we saw in the daytime?"

A saint speculated that the only things they had encountered were the Dao Yi Sect and those savages.

And the Dao Yi Sect obviously couldn't have such a bizarre method; otherwise, given the nature of its disciples, they would have used it long ago and wouldn't be waiting until now.

So the most likely culprit is that group of savages we met during the day.

But do those savages possess such a bizarre method?

Just as the saints were bewildered, an elder came running over in a panic.

"It's terrible—there are disciples... there are disciples who have fallen."

"Huh???"

Disciples have appeared to fall; this is definitely not good news.

Two saints quickly went to the corpse of the fallen disciple, examined it carefully, and both of their faces turned extremely grim.

"It's similar to ghostly qi, the same yin cold, but not quite."

"It must be those savages."

Immediately, the saints began searching for the whereabouts of the Wu Tribe.

Under the cover of Divine Sense, they quickly locked onto part of the Wu Tribe's location.

All that could be seen was them sitting cross‑legged with eyes closed, muttering unintelligible syllables.

Although we couldn't understand, there's no need to doubt—these things were definitely their doing.

That night, the Fomen and the Wu Tribe erupted into another great battle.

In direct combat, the Wu Tribe was no match for the Fomen, so they chose not to clash head‑on and fled instead.

Seeking a hidden place, they continued to cast curses.

The two sides went back and forth, pulling at each other, each suffering casualties.

The Wu Tribe was pursued and slaughtered by the Fomen, losing many; likewise, facing the Wu Tribe's curses, the Fomen side also suffered heavy casualties.

The most frustrating part is that there's nothing one can do about it—unless an elder or a saint intervenes, the internal curse power cannot be suppressed.

Moreover, it depends on the cultivation level of the Wu Tribe member casting the curse.

If the opponent's cultivation is also not low, then there's basically no hope.

Moreover, with so many Fomen disciples, relying solely on the saints and elders is, frankly, a drop in the bucket.

"Damn it, these damned things—I, the old monk, will surely kill them."

Watching disciple after disciple fall, a Fomen saint roared in anger, his eyes blazing with fury—these deaths are too frustrating.

Continuous ripples of battle came from all parts of the rainforest, yet the Dao Yi Sect members guarding outside were not at all anxious.

"Let them fight it out first."

"The Fomen probably suffered a loss."

"Yeah, but this witch tribe's sorcery, to be honest, is truly heaven-defying."

"Don't even think about it; without the witch tribe's bloodline, you can't learn it."

"I know, just saying."

"The Dao Yi Sect side is relaxed and carefree, while the Fomen is extremely difficult, on one hand they are hunting the witch tribe, and on the other hand they must also be wary of the witch tribe's incredibly bizarre sorcery."

"After a night of fierce battle, the Fomen also gradually discovered the secret of the sorcery."

"Firstly, although this sorcery is incredibly bizarre and impossible to guard against, likewise, during the casting, one cannot move, which is the first drawback."

"Secondly, the Fomen also discovered that the witch tribe's casting also requires a medium, and that medium is the hair of many Fomen disciples."

"Because all disciples who were cursed share a common point: during the previous battle, they had their hair taken by the witch tribe."

"Having understood these, the Fomen also quickly reacted: all disciples who were not cursed are now gathered together by the elders."

"The elders ahead had solemn expressions, and they shouted in a low voice."

"Shave the hair."

"Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately raised their knives and scraped themselves clean from head to toe, not even leaving leg hair."

"Without hair, this group of savages is nothing to fear; this old monk will surely liberate them."

"The sages looked at the disciples shaving their hair, eyes full of killing intent, saying, 'Since arriving in Dongzhou, the killing intent in their hearts has been growing day by day.'"

"As for those damn Fomen precepts, they've long been thrown out of the mind; even a clay figurine has a bit of spirit, let alone these sages."